Tuesday, April 20, 2004

Here's a fun read about a geek-girl's impromptu afternoon with Quentin Tarantino. It's a good story well told, apparently true, and provides a nice segue. Last night, the Indigo Girls came through Columbia and played to a sold-out house. It was the kind of hugely crowded show you just don't see at the Blue Note. To give you an idea of the crowd, the doors opened at 7:30, and we didn't get in the door until eight. Women outnumbered men about five to one, but that was pretty much the only distinctive thing about the crowd, which seemed to cover every conceivable demographic, from punks to Rotarians, and every age group from six to sixty. If ever there was a band I'd follow around the country, it'd be the Indigo Girls. Not for the music (though I love their stuff), but for the fans, who are the nicest goddamn people you could ever hope to meet.

They played for around two hours and managed to play a good sampling of their new stuff and a good sampling of old favorites. Based on the reactions of the crowd, I think everybody got to hear their favorite song, which is a nice trick for a pair that's been putting out music for more than 15 years. If the last song ended, the lights came up and that was the end of the evening, it would have been a great night. But just before the lights came up, a tall, skinny guy came up beside us and handed us a couple of green fabric stickers. "Hey, stick around after the show! Here's a couple of backstage passes. Emily's my cousin, and I've got a bunch! Have fun!"

Of course, it was the Indigo Girls, not Insane Clown Posse, so the scene backstage was less snorting cocaine off a groupie's stomach and more, "Hey, how's your mom been? Give her my love, will you?" but that's more Christie and I's scene as well. It was just a few minutes, really, but we had a chance to get our tickets signed and I got to thank her for the music, which was a little vague, I guess, but what else can you say to a woman whose music you've been listening to in the best and worst times of almost half your life?

So, yeah, it was a good night. Oh, and buy their new album. It's worth it.

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